Lucky

Our dad considered himself a lucky person. Oh yes, he had gone through the Great Depression, and he had fought in the Second World War. He was married to my mother, the unpredictable Mary and later he found and married the sarcastic and difficult Beatrice;  however, he still considered his life a lucky one. He always said:

Your mother never kept me from going to college and law school.

Of course, he never mentioned that she never offered any significant help either. He was diagnosed with Polycystic Kidney Disease and yet he said:

We’re lucky.  We have the best kidney disease you can have.  It doesn’t cause problems for people until late middle age.

I guess Lucky is all in how you look at it.

Every summer, we would spend time at the Christian County Fair and many times Dad aka Mr. Lucky would win some “fabulous” prize. One time my mother had accompanied us and when Dad won a giant lavender teddy bear for me, she insisted he try for the exact same prize for my sister. Dad spent several hundred dollars playing the game, but it was no dice (and no teddy bear!). My mother simply could not understand why he was not able to duplicate his earlier success.

I guess she didn’t realize the games were rigged.

Another time, my sister and I were with my dad and he won a parakeet. Once he captured his prize and we continued walking along the midway, the carnival barkers would shout out, “Hey Lucky.” We heard that so many times that when we got home we named the bird “Lucky.”

Unfortunately, the bird was not too lucky.  My sister and I forgot to give it water and it died one night.

Dad, of course, continued on his lucky adventures at the county fair. His next prize was a cute little baby duck. He became so attached to the darn thing that he created a home for the duck in an old grandfather clock box. Dad kept the duck alive all winter and planned to release it in the spring. Unfortunately, his duck contracted some duck malady and died before he could release back to the wild. So the bird did not have an abundance of good luck.

I guess that is one of the big lessons Dad taught us. Life is all about perceptions. If you believe you are lucky, then you are. If you think life is good, then it is. My sister and I have had a good life, and we hope you do too.

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